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I artervards discovered she was French. She was werry thin, and as pale as a soft-shelled clam; there was a dark blue color under her eyes, like these here muscle shells. At first, she used to buy ninepence worth of oysters. Arter a while it came down to fourpence; and one day she only vanted two cents vorth. I asked her who they vas for, and she said, "For my grandfather; he is very sick, sare."
Stiffelkind?" "No: he said, ven I asked him for payment, dey was ordered by a yong boy, and I ought to have gone to his schoolmaster." "What! then you came on a BOOTLESS errand, ay, sir?" "Bootless! no sare, I brought de boots back vid me. How de devil else could I show dem to you?" "You've never SOLED 'em since, Mr. Tickleshins?"
If I go out of dis place and don't go to Belles Demoiselles, de peoples will say, dey will say, 'Old Charlie he been all doze time tell a blame lie! He ain't no kin to his old grace-gran-muzzer, not a blame bit! He don't got nary drop of De Charleu blood to save his blame low-down old Injin soul! No, sare! What I want wid money, den? No, sare! My place for yours!"
"Why, sir, you said just now that he was un chien de beaucoup de sentiment: if he is so, he will accept and properly appreciate my apology." "Ah, sare," replied the Frenchman, relaxing the stern wrinkles of his brow, "c'est bien dit; you will make de apology to de dog. Sans doute, he is de principal, I am only de second. C'est une affaire arrangee. Monsieur est tres fache de t'avoir brule le nez.
I said that what the doctor had feared, a "lesion," had taken place, and that there was no longer any hope of her life. At which she lighted up with a lovely defiance. "Ho-o! no long-eh any hope! Yes, sare iss long-er any hope! Vhere iss sat doc-toh? Sare shall be hope! Kif me sat patient! I can keep se vatch of mine huss-bandt at se same time. He hass not a relapse! Kif me se patient!
"Oh, it's too thick to see for the rain." "Yes, sare; but you see out zare in ze arbour ze two lights." "Nonsense man!" cried Uncle Paul, half angrily. "That is the English schooner ours." "Oh, non, non, non, monsieur! Away to ze gauche ze left hand. Ze sheep with two high, tall mast, that we all see here when she come in ze storm yesterday.
"And who betray you to t'is rogue?" "To Westmacott?" cried Blake. "He was in the plot with me. He was left to guard the rear, to see that we were not taken by surprise, and he deserted his post. Had he not done that, there had been no disaster, in spite of Mr. Wilding's intervention." Feversham's brow was dark, his eyes glittered as they rested on the traitor. "T'at true, sare?" he asked him.
We watched th' little ol' island fadin' away behind us, with th' sun sthrikin' th' white house-tops iv Queenstown an' lightin' up th' chimbleys iv Martin Hogan's liquor store. Not wan iv us but had left near all we loved behind, an' sare a chance that we'd iver spoon th' stirabout out iv th' pot above th' ol' peat fire again. Yes, by dad, there was wan, a lad fr'm th' County Roscommon.
"Very good, sare; you wait and see." "No humbug, mind, Joe; or I'll be down on you!" added the provost-marshal. "Is that all you want, McKay?" Our hero expressed himself quite satisfied, and, with many thanks to the provost-marshal, he remounted and rode away.
"Marchand-Epicier," wrote the bureau-keeper. "Quel age avez-vous, Monsieur? How old you are, sare?" "Two pound twelve," replied Mr. Jorrocks, surprised at his inquisitiveness. "No, sare, not vot monnay you have, sare, hot old you are, sare." "Well, two pound twelve, fifty-two in fact." Mr.
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